March

Although March is now here
spring is not yet
It pulls us a long nose
whilst we freeze in the wind

The days are longer now
The bulbs bloom afresh
Do I hear the plaintive
bleating of the lamb?

But March's now a lion
mocking us
as winter winds
blow in from the east

Snow could yet fall
Hard frosts at night
Tis no weather for outside
Yet outside we must

But warmth is not far off
whether from the fire
or the glow of your friendship
from down the isles